This is a song about "Left"

And i'm left for the corrections,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

I'm still confused about why you left

Left you bitches there standing idle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Is what i quest

With the rest who are left

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Life has put her to the test

'till there's nothin' left.

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That left ya without hope

I fucking hate this job